Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, all of that belongs to the very talented Stephenie Meyer. I'm so jealous of her.
Those eyes are as black as night,
And just as cold when he looks at me.
Those hands, white and strong,
But clenched into fists when they are near me.
His perfect face, pale and angelic,
Seems to want to be so angry when I am around.
And yet,
Those same eyes, can be warm and soft,
When I catch him by surprise.
Those hands, unthinkingly reach out to protect,
And to touch me.
I know I should shudder
Turn away, and run
From that touch,
But I can't,
I'm addicted to it.
He's dangerous,
That's what he says
He says I should stay away,
But his eyes,
They say something else:
Come closer,
I want you to stay with me.
